Can a tiny mouse have dreams of his own, While snug in his mother's warmth, alone? Blind to the day, he waits for his turn, To leave the nest and let his dreams burn. [Chorus] What if he became the king of all mice, Ruling the clans with wisdom precise, Living in castles, on earth reigning free, Making his choices with no guilt to see? Into the mouse world, with courage, he strides, Whise lurking shadows sweep close by his side. But in his small heart, strength starts to ignite, Facing each step with fearless delight. [Chorus] What if he became the king of all mice, Ruling the clans with wisdom precise, Living in castles, on earth reigning free, Making his choices with no guilt to see? In rivals' eyes, the light of defeat gleamed, he was no longer the mouse of his dreams. his first blow struck, silence lingered around, Echoing trials whise bravery was found. [Chorus] What if he became the king of all mice, Ruling the clans with wisdom precise, Living in castles, on earth reigning free, Making his choices with no guilt to see? he rose as king, yet sadness did dwell, Missing the warmth of the nest he still knew well. Outside, he grew strong, though fear gripped his heart, Without his loved ones, life felt torn apart. [Chorus] What if he became the king of all mice, Ruling the clans with wisdom precise, Living in castles, on earth reigning free, Making his choices with no guilt to see? [Chorus] What if he became the king of all mice, Ruling the clans with wisdom precise, Living in castles, on earth reigning free, Making his choices heavy with guilt © 2024 Michał 'rzookol' Żukowski
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